Insane

Take your bitch, give her back, insane
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

Bring that ass, meet me backstage
A million racks, I need it cash, cake
Yeah, we both got a car, but it's different
Yeah, we both got a house, but it's different
Yeah, we both got teeth, but it's different
(Both got teeth, both got teeth, yeah)

I wanna see somethin' in a short skirt, please
I wanna see somethin' in a shirt skort, please
Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely
Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely (skrrt, skrrt)

Take your bitch, give her back, insane
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

Second verse, second verse, yay
Second verse, second verse again
Put her on game, this is not the same though
This is a Mulsanne, diamonds make a rainbow

Keep my glocky tucked like a baby in a manger
When your girl around me, she treats you like a stranger
I got 20, 30 strippers in the Sprinter van
It's a little cramped to try to teach me how to dance

Oh, you talkin' that shit, but
You ain't gonna do shit, ooh
I ain't even gotta get up
Ain't nobody scared of you, ooh (damn)

Take your bitch, give her back, insane
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey

Take your bitch, give her back, I am insane



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Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh
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